I was born at St. John's, where they lived for a short time.
The day on which I received confirmation was a distressing one to me.
The manufacture of wax candles was another important branch of business in the nunnery.
The only recreation there allowed, however, is that of the mind, and of this there is but little.
I have, I think, afforded every opportunity that could be reasonably expected, to judge of my credibility.
Some of the priests from the Seminary were in the nunnery every day and night, and often several at a time.
A number of girls of my acquaintance went to school to the nuns of the Congregational Nunnery, or Sisters of Charity, as they are sometimes called.
On the day, therefore, when I went to the church to be confirmed, with a number of others, I suffered extremely from the reproaches of my conscience.
The Bishop, as I have remarked, was not very dignified on all occasions, and sometimes acted in such a manner as would not have appeared well in public.
I often remembered also that I had been told, that we shall have as many devils biting us, if we go to hell, as we have unconfessed sins on our consciences.